I am LoveEverywhere I turnI am Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's another love song.
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sightPlace of Not-Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is
I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone
All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness
And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity
I can be no more
EnzymaticIn my tears I drowned for youEnzymatic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my cries could not grow fingers to r e a c h ;
you were apathy wrapped in silent smiles,
which touched and made to feel.
I felt youdiscovered you,
like children sent scavenging for
hidden notes and clues;
you were a jagged jigsaw puzzle
lovingly pieced together
Done in silence,
through studied observations
and tentative smiles aimed at shoulder blades;
you would never grant me access
if you knew my subtle intimacy
left one-sided and aching like
goodbyes rolled into single nights of warmth.
You were my radiance,
illuminating internal corners
until I believed that I, too, could shine as bright;
it appears only some are meant to be the sun.
First kiss- Okay.First kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She says with judgement, but still she's keeping it together.
- Okay so you don't want me anymore? You loved me but it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. So now you want her, instead. Is that what you're telling me?
The voice is steady but her eyes is far too shiny. He knows she is breaking, on the inside. Just as he know he will never be able to repair that crack.
- It's not you honey...
- "it's me" I get it.
She bites him off, fast. But he know she's not irritated, she's hurt.
- I'm sorry...
He lift his eyes from the ground and looks at her, so ashamed, so sad. He never wished for it to end this way. He never wanted to see her hurt. If he only could, he would erase all her pain from this world. He would set her free.
She know that look, so filled with guilt. She has seen that face before. She likes to think of it like he has kneeled before the queen once again. But then again, she is the one hurting here. It was her heart on the line and he messed up. Feelings like hurt, anger,
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Dear MoonNothing is worseDear Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
ShadowI am a shadow,Shadow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A body, naut life,
And I live in the backdrop,
Of everyone's light.
I'm strung to a being,
I'm a puppet, dare say,
But I've nothing to hold,
And I can't run away.
I haven't a voice,
I'm no sound, you can't hear,
I'm simply a bruise,
And for you I'm all ears.
There's no face to my form,
My distortion, your nothing,
No identity mine,
I will never be something.
I'm as good as it gets,
When I'm gone, when I leave,
Cause as soon as I go,
There'll be no trace of me.
I'm not in control,
I've no voice, I've no face,
I've not a body to show,
That I once tread this place.
When you're in ashes,
You'll have never thought twice,
About the little old shadow,
That walked in your life.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
Living ColorsI always choose to notice his colorsLiving Colors3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they make him who he is
a cosmic blue, a sparkling blonde, a pink from my favorite sunset.
creeping into my view as we first meant
tinted lights tease me as I begin to stare
a luminous glow you've achieved
just being alive
just standing there
if I could only touch you
but one can't touch a color
can't touch a mood or feel
can't touch a rhythm beating in the ears
I realize you are beauty
but please understand
you must find someone able to wield the living colors in their hands
well, I'd only drown
Romance and RelapseWe lovers are blessed, we lovers are flawed,Romance and Relapse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we adore words of honeyed devotion,
for, when in love we are easily awed
and miss the candy coated deception.
Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,
strange, how we can fall in love with the lie,
but we poor lovers have an addiction,
and a craving that we must satisfy.
From a love whose honesty none deny,
or the lips of a silver tongued devil,
we need words of love or our hearts will die;
insecure, but reassured we'll revel.
With fear and hope, we are always searching
for true acceptance and love with meaning.
HumanityHumans...Humanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a delightfully
Wonderful and intricate
Species we are.
We birth our young
And care for them.
We provide ourselves
Food, water, and shelter.
Save animals from pain,
Hatred and scorn.
But on the same token...
We do nothing but hurt,
We are the most creative
And destructive backstabbers...
This world has ever seen.
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?